Evening by the Window
He sits by the open window,
In the gloaming of his room, as eve falls.
Draped in dusking amber light himself;
While all corners reflect darkness.
Air smells the coffee he stirs.
Floating dusts trapped inside evening rays.
His sight runs across the window;
Waiting for dews to sparkle the grass.
Daylit hue fades with the sinking sun;
He was waiting for the light to die.
From reddish gloom to black darkness.
When din melts and silence blossoms.